The date officially launched with a monumental demonstration of unhinged capitalism. Richard’s sleek, customized sports car screeched to a halt outside the most exclusive multi-story luxury designer boutique in the capital. The storefront had been entirely cleared of regular high-society clients—Richard had simply bought out the store's afternoon reservation schedule with a single phone call.

They strolled down the polished marble aisles, flanked by a dozen nervous personal shoppers bowing at every turn. Richard walked half a step behind Felix, looking heart-stoppingly handsome. The structured charcoal cashmere overcoat was draped over his broad shoulders, and his texturized dark blonde hair perfectly framed his sharp jawline. His large hands were tucked casually into his black trousers, but his icy blue eyes were completely, intensely tracking Felix’s every move.

Felix was in his absolute element. His texturized black undercut wolf-cut hair swayed beautifully with every turn, and those fluffy dog-eared hair clip-ons bobbed playfully on top of his strands. Because he was dragging Richard around by the wrist, his oversized white t-shirt kept sliding completely off his left shoulder, flashing his pale collarbone and throwing that devastating neck beauty mark directly into the flustered tycoon's face.

"Oh! Look at these, Mr. CEO!" Felix pointed a slim, manicured finger at a massive row of high-fashion Italian leather jackets, his fluffy dog ears twitching. "The tailoring on the shoulders is magnificent! I wonder if they have it in a deep burgundy to match my favorite assassin look—I mean, my favorite art student look!"

"Buy it. Buy the entire garment rack," Richard replied, his cheeks violently flushing a deep, burning crimson as his inner Alpha collapsed from the exposed neck visual. "In fact, package every single premium leather jacket in this sector across all sizes."

Richard frantically swiped his unlimited, matte-black corporate diamond card, slamming it into the main personal shopper's trembling hand. Internally, his protective, possessive instincts were throwing a complete tantrum.

He’s too beautiful... he’s too sexy, Richard’s internal monologue screamed in absolute panic as he stared at the exposed beauty mark on Felix's throat. That shirt is hanging entirely too low! Every single personal shopper in this building is looking at his flawless collarbone! I need to buy out the store’s entire inventory of high-class silk winter scarves right now just to wrap his throat up completely! But... but he looks so incredibly cute when he smiles at the leather jackets... Control your pulse, Richard! You are the sovereign head of a multi-billion-euro empire, do not faint over an off-the-shoulder t-shirt!

"Gosh, you really are an immaculate shopping partner, Richard!" Felix giggled cutely, his fluffy dog ears twitching as the cashiers piled up fifty luxury boxes. "Your card speed is faster than my silver wires! Come on, let's go hit the arcade next, I want to play video games!"

The scene shifted violently from extreme high-fashion luxury to the flashing, buzzing chaos of a premium VIP arcade hall. The room was illuminated entirely by pulsing neon purple and cyan lights.

Richard stood awkwardly in front of a massive, dual-screen tactical first-person shooting simulation cabinet. He had never once played a video game in his entire life—since childhood, his only hobbies had been tracking stock valuations, mastering international corporate law, and managing real estate portfolios. He gripped the heavy plastic rifle controller with a rigid, overly serious corporate posture, sweating slightly as his face burned red.

"Ahem. Felix... the administrative layout of this digital firearm simulation appears to require a high degree of peripheral synchronization," Richard said, his voice deep and formal as he stared intensely at the digital screen. "I shall attempt to deploy a strategic defensive formation to protect your character asset—"

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!

Before Richard could even figure out how to reload his plastic rifle, Felix completely dominated the game machine.

Felix’s hyper-precise, elite assassin reflexes kicked in automatically. He held his plastic gun casually with one hand, his posture looking effortlessly beautiful and sexy as his brown shorts showcased his slim, graceful legs. He popped a bubblegum bubble with a loud POP, his wide, rosy-pink eyes locked onto the screen with the chilling, calculating precision of Velvet Trigger.

He didn't just play the game; he completely pulverized the machine's programming. With blinding speed, Felix cleared three hundred enemy targets in a row, executing triple-headshot streaks and flawless tactical reloads that left the digital game announcer screaming in mechanical shock: "EXTREME HYPER COMBO!!! UNSTOPPABLE PERFECTION!!!"

"Sit down, Mr. CEO!" Felix smirked handsomely, his texturized wolf-cut strands swaying. "Your reaction metrics are way too slow, you’re throwing off my high score leaderboard! Look at that—number one spot belongs to me now! Boom!"

Richard just stood there with his plastic gun lowered, his jaw slightly slack as a massive, dazed blush rushed across his face. He looked at Felix’s proud, goofy angelic grin and those twitching dog ears, his heart doing a violent stadium tackle against his ribs. He... he is a literal prodigy at combat analytics... He handles a digital weapon with the grace of a principal dancer... Oh my god, he is the most breathtaking, dangerous creature on this earth. I am completely, utterly finished.

The date escalated into the absolute pinnacle of high-society drama. The venue was a hidden, ultra-luxurious theater where Diana’s primary global fashion corporate rivals were hosting a secret, invitation-only runway collection launch for Europe’s elite investors.

The moment the heavy velvet curtains opened, Richard stepped into the private VIP viewing box, his charcoal overcoat draped elegantly as he pulled out a chair for Felix. Felix sat down, resting his chin on his hand, looking beautifully cute with his fluffy dog ears resting perfectly on his wolf-cut layers.

Suddenly, a massive, synchronized gasp rippled through the front rows.

The top high-society paparazzi, international fashion editors, and flashing press cameras completely ignored the multi-million-euro models walking down the runway. Every single lens and flashing camera instantly spun around, focusing directly up at the VIP box to capture the drop-dead gorgeous visual layout of Felix’s off-the-shoulder shirt and messy black hair.

The runway models were left walking in total darkness as the flashing strobe lights illuminated Felix’s face like lightning. Richard’s expression instantly returned to its most terrifying, stone-cold Alpha mask. An overwhelming, suffocating corporate authority radiated from his 6'2 frame as his icy blue eyes narrowed into a lethal, protective glare directed straight at the paparazzi down below.

"Secretary. Contact the media regulatory council," Richard commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, low rumble that made the surrounding investors shiver. "If a single one of those photographs of my angel leaves this room or gets printed in tomorrow's high-society feeds, I will personally liquidate their entire publishing corporation by sunset. Nobody documents his exposed neck but me."

"Wow, Richard, your protective tycoon glare is actually really scary," Felix said, popping another macaroon into his mouth, completely unbothered by the flashing lights as he watched the runway. "But whatever! The fashion show is boring anyway. The fabrics look cheap, and Diana's tailoring is ten times better. Let's go get fine dining, I'm starving!"

The grand finale of the multi-million-euro date took place under the glittering night lights of Madrid.

After sitting inside an ultra-exclusive three-star Michelin restaurant where Felix casually ordered the entire culinary menu using Richard’s cash—happily munching on premium caviar and gold-leaf desserts while looking effortlessly cute—they ended their whirlwind day inside a private, high-end luxury vehicle and maritime dealership. The showroom was filled with shimmering, multi-million-euro matte-black hypercars and golden pedestals showcasing blueprints for elite yachts.

Felix walked up to a massive, hyper-futuristic sports car with scissor doors, pointing a slim, elegant finger straight at the windshield before looking back at Richard with an adorable, heart-melting pout.

"Alright, Mr. Generous CEO!" Felix flashed a dazzling, beautifully sexy grin, his fluffy dog ears twitching. "We bought the clothes, smashed the high scores, and roasted the fashion show. Now, let’s buy this brand-new hypercar! And of course—our new superyacht boat! Let's get the contracts signed, Richard!"

Richard stood by the glass counter, his face rapidly turning a violent, burning shade of bright crimson. His hands actually shook slightly as he picked up the gold fountain pen to sign the multi-million-euro wire transfer papers without even looking at the final price tag. His inner Alpha was completely crying tears of pure, unadulterated joy. The word 'our' was echoing through his short-circuited brain like a holy anthem.

"Our... our car. Our boat. Yes," Richard said, his voice completely soft, flustered, and lovesick as he signed his name. "The maritime registration and the automotive titles shall be legally structured under our joint asset names immediately. It is an... absolute executive priority."

Felix laughed, grabbing his new car keys and happily spinning them on his finger, completely oblivious to the fact that his tactical spending spree just locked the country's top billionaire bachelor into his ultimate, lifetime fanboy!

The customized sports car glided smoothly to a halt outside the private subterranean elevator of Felix's high-end residential skyscraper. The engine purred down into absolute silence under the dim, warm overhead lights. Richard sat behind the leather steering wheel, his large hands tightly gripping the wheel as a massive, dazed blush remained permanently glued to his chiseled face.

Felix unlatched his seatbelt, his fresh, texturized black wolf-cut layers swaying beautifully around his porcelain face. Those fluffy dog-eared hair clip-ons bobbed playfully as he turned to face the flustered tycoon. His oversized white t-shirt slipped completely off his shoulder, exposing his pale collarbone and highlighting the gorgeous beauty mark resting at the center of his throat.

Felix leaned across the center console, his motion fluid and graceful. Before Richard's executive brain could even register the sudden drop in distance, Felix firmly cupped the tycoon's sharp jawline and pressed a sweet, affectionate, and lingering peck right onto Richard's burning cheek.

SMOOCH.

Richard’s entire 6'2 frame instantly turned rigid as an absolute electric shock shot straight through his inner Alpha. His icy blue eyes went completely wide.

"Aw, Mr. Generous CEO," Felix giggled cutely, his plush rosy lips curling into a beautifully sexy, teasing grin. "We didn't even use any money from my account today! You paid for absolutely everything! So, next time, I promise I will get you dinner, okay?"

Felix pushed the luxury car door open, stepping out onto the concrete pavement while spinning his new hypercar keys on his slim finger. He turned on his heel to head straight toward the private elevator.

But halfway across the garage floor, Felix suddenly stopped. He looked back over his shoulder, his messy wolf-cut strands framing a dazzling, heart-melting angelic smile. "Today was really, really fun, Richard!"

Felix raised his slim hand to his rosy lips, blew a dramatic, playful kiss straight toward the driver's seat, and vanished into the elevator doors with a sassy little wave.

Inside the quiet vehicle, Richard Destiano was in a state of absolute, medical emergency.

He didn't start the engine. He didn't move. He just sat frozen in the driver's seat for a full five minutes, his face a violent, catastrophic shade of burning, bright red. His hand slowly rose, his trembling fingers gently touching the exact spot on his cheek where Felix's soft lips had just pressed. His heart was doing a thunderous, frantic stadium tackle against his ribs.

"He... he kissed my cheek," Richard whispered into the empty car, his voice dropping into a completely soft, flustered, and dazed whine. "He said 'next time'... He blew me a kiss... Oh my god, I am the happiest man alive..."

When he finally drove back to the grand Destiano Estate, he floated through the front doors like a beautiful, lovesick phantom. He completely ignored his security detail, casually tossed his luxury leather briefcase onto the floor, and marched straight up the grand staircase with a massive, dazed, and completely goofy smile plastered across his face—clutching his gold smartphone against his chest like a priceless treasure. The cold, ruthless corporate emperor of Spain had been completely, utterly neutralized by a single peck on the cheek!